Cy Twombly, "Night Watch"

By H. L. Hix Read the Q & A
As gestures to beckon geometry's end
I post letters to my lost Mayan sisters,   
solicit layers sussed from layers to test
history, push past parallel. Mystery
becomes you, Mother, as does the lust the rest
of us suffer, lust you must once have induced.
What perceptions I trust defy perspective.
I take my troubles scribbled, not erased.

Source: Poetry (March 2008).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

March 2008
 H. L. Hix

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H.L. Hix teaches at the University of Wyoming. He is also the author of the verse biography, Incident Light (Etruscan Press, 2009). His poem in this issue are now included in First Fire, Then Birds, a new and selected poems published by Etruscan Press (2010).


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